Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.